Played a student union gig the other night and I have to say the response of the crowd was less than flattering. We always open with a cover of Mike and the Mechanics' Over My Shoulder at the end of which I do a little pirouette and fling my arms out to accept the rapturous applause.
On this occassion I was met by a wall of silence.
Still, I can never actually see the crowd what with the glare of the spotlight in my face so I can only imagine they were enthusiastically doing "Jazz Hands".
Nonetheless, we decided that this summer would be a perfect time to relaunch the band and target a new audience hence "Camp it up with Scroatman '16" where we shall be treating local campsites to a bit of fun after lights out.
The idea is to wheel in the band on the band on a back of a flatbed truck once "Goodnight Campers" has gone out over the tannoy and launch into "No Jacket Required", completely unplugged, in its entirety with the spotlights from my mate Tony's pickup providing the lighting.
It'll be like Bratton Camp '85 all over again
I can imagine it now, within seconds of starting our set there will be an audible
pzzzZZZZZZZP!!...........pzzzZZZZZZZP!!.......pzzz ZZZZZZZP!!...pzzzZZZZZZZP!!..pzzzZZZZZZZP!!.pzzzZZ ZZZZZP!!pzzzZZZZZZZP!!pzzzZZZZZZZP!!
Whats that?
Ronnie on percussion? Nope. Not even the crickets chirping in the grass but the sound of the female campers unzipping themselves from their nylon coccoons to emerge in their nighties to witness a maestro plying his trade.
As it happens, I know the farmer whose land adjoins Mike Eavis' farm in Pilton so we may even be doing a little nocturnal turn from the other side of the hedge at this year's Glastonbury.
I can't wait - reckon I'm gonna be walking bandy legged by the time summer's out
On this occassion I was met by a wall of silence.
Still, I can never actually see the crowd what with the glare of the spotlight in my face so I can only imagine they were enthusiastically doing "Jazz Hands".
Nonetheless, we decided that this summer would be a perfect time to relaunch the band and target a new audience hence "Camp it up with Scroatman '16" where we shall be treating local campsites to a bit of fun after lights out.
The idea is to wheel in the band on the band on a back of a flatbed truck once "Goodnight Campers" has gone out over the tannoy and launch into "No Jacket Required", completely unplugged, in its entirety with the spotlights from my mate Tony's pickup providing the lighting.
It'll be like Bratton Camp '85 all over again
I can imagine it now, within seconds of starting our set there will be an audible
pzzzZZZZZZZP!!...........pzzzZZZZZZZP!!.......pzzz ZZZZZZZP!!...pzzzZZZZZZZP!!..pzzzZZZZZZZP!!.pzzzZZ ZZZZZP!!pzzzZZZZZZZP!!pzzzZZZZZZZP!!
Whats that?
Ronnie on percussion? Nope. Not even the crickets chirping in the grass but the sound of the female campers unzipping themselves from their nylon coccoons to emerge in their nighties to witness a maestro plying his trade.
As it happens, I know the farmer whose land adjoins Mike Eavis' farm in Pilton so we may even be doing a little nocturnal turn from the other side of the hedge at this year's Glastonbury.
I can't wait - reckon I'm gonna be walking bandy legged by the time summer's out
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